DS#8 Uninvited Part 7
By Carol M.
See first parts for disclaimers and stuff
Rating: This part is R for violence. No offense intended with the content. As I said before, I had this idea long before the Sept. 11th attacks.
Note: Two words: Sorry, Darien. Enjoy it, folks!
"Payback's a bitch," said Jason as he grabbed a very shocked Darien and threw him towards Claire's desk. He smashed into it hard, knocking the computer to the ground and nearly splitting the desk in half. He felt his ribs painfully connecting with the wood and wondered if any were broken.
He quickly tried to get his footing and crawl away, but Jason was just too fast for him. He picked Darien off the floor and landed a punch to Darien's face. Darien's head snapped back, but Jason quickly pulled it back. Darien brought his own fist up and landed a hard punch to Jason's face. Jason didn't even flinch. "You should know that a little punch won't hurt me when I'm like this," said Jason as he landed several sharp blows to Darien's stomach. Darien groaned and doubled over, trying to catch his breath.
Claire screamed. "Stop it, you bastard!" she yelled. Tears were streaming down her face.
Jason turned and looked at her. "Oh I've only just begun, I'm afraid," he said as he pulled Darien up and threw him into the fish tank. Darien's back impacted with both the fish tank and the table supporting the tank. The tank and table broke into a million pieces sending wood, water and fish flowing all over the floor.
Darien lay amongst the mess in a daze, his back killing him. The fall had managed to not only cut him, but also bruise him badly as well. He looked up and saw Jason standing over him, grinning.
"Who are you?" Darien weakly rasped.
Jason brought his shoe down on Darien's ribs, smashing it against them several times until he heard the sound of bone crunching.
"Oh god," moaned Darien. He wrapped his arms around his ribs and rolled over. Jason responded by smashing his shoe on Darien's back. Darien whimpered and tried to get away, but found that he could hardly move.
Jason looked over at his audience and saw that Alex was busy trying to get her handcuffs off. Eberts was doing the same thing. "Don't bother. They're specially made, they won't come off," said Jason.
The Official cleared his throat loudly, getting Jason's attention. "Sullivan, stop this, please! Whatever you want you can have!" he yelled in desperation. Claire glanced at the Official and gave him a grateful look.
"Hahahah, Sullivan. You think I'm Sullivan. Jason Sullivan is cover for my career in the CIA," said Jason as he looked down at Darien.
He set his foot down on Darien's chest and left it there, allowing Darien to get only a trickle of air into his burning lungs.
Jason continued. "Well I guess this would be the part in Scooby Doo where I take my mask off and reveal who I really am. Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Jeremy. Jeremy Stark," he said as he pushed his shoe harder into Darien's chest.
Darien's eyes widened and he let a low moan escape from his lips. "Stark," he rasped.
Jason's eyes clouded over. "Stark. Jared Stark was my brother you son of a bitch," he said as he removed his foot and picked Darien up by his jacket. "You and this damn Agency killed my brother and everything that he helped to create. Now I'm going to destroy all of you."
He moved Darien towards the refrigerator and gave him a hard shove. Darien's head impacted against the glass, shattering it. He fell limply to the floor, his head pounding. Jason picked him up and wrestled him towards the counteragent chair. "You just had to kill him, didn't you. Storm into the damn place and destroy everything," he said as he pushed Darien's face into the chair and wrenched his arms painfully behind his back. "All because my brother kidnapped your little bitch," he said as he slammed Darien against the chair.
"Your brother was a bastard," said Darien defiantly.
Fury exploded in Jason's mind. He grabbed Darien's arm and pulled it at an impossible angle as hard as he could.
"Ahhhhh," screamed Darien as he felt his arm break.
"Stop, stop it, please!" yelled Claire.
"No way in hell," said Jason as he wrapped his hands around Darien's throat and squeezed with all of his strength. Darien paled as the pain and lack of oxygen assaulted his body.
Jason could feel the muscles of Darien's throat struggling against his grip, which made him only squeeze tighter. Darien grabbed onto Jason's arms and started clawing at them, but found that his strength was quickly leaving. He began to see stars and felt blackness starting to take him.
"Uh, uh, not yet," said Jason as he released his grip on Darien's throat and slapped him across the face.
Darien's chest heaved and ached as he tried to take in deep breaths. He coughed, which sent fire through his entire body.
"You know what it is to lose a brother, Fawkesy. You know the feeling of wanting to absolutely pummel the person responsible, don't you," said Jason as he let Darien fall to the floor. He kneeled down next to him and picked his head up by his hair. "My brother was my best friend, Darien. I became a CIA agent because of him. My whole life revolved around him."
"Yeah, well life's a bitch, right," whispered Darien.
Jason slammed Darien's head against the floor. "You just don't know when to shut up, do you?"
"Why the name change, Sullivan, or should I say Stark," said the Official suddenly, trying to take the heat off of Darien.
Jason turned and looked at him. "Strategic reasons. My brother needed someone in another agency of the government that was in no way connected to Chrysalis. If you wouldn't have been so busy patting yourselves on the back over the demise of Chrysalis, maybe you could have found some of this stuff out for yourself. Chrysalis is not dead, and it never will be."
"Looks like Arnaud screwed you over pretty bad there," said Alex. "You got a gland from him, right?"
"Boy, you're quick. Didn't you find it a little funny that I just let Rendell escape from her hideout or that I was nowhere to be found during Arnaud's jailbreak? For a five-star agent, you're not too bright," said Jason as he looked down at Darien. "And don't even get me started on your idiot partner," he said harshly.
Claire was fuming. "Oh yeah, well Bobby was the one to kill your brother, Jeremy. In my book, that pretty much makes him a genius," yelled Claire with venom. She gasped when she realized that her anger might have put Bobby in danger as well.
Jason snorted. "Hobbes is a hired gun. I want the person pulling the strings and that's Mr. Fawkes here," said Jason as he kicked Darien in the stomach. Darien moaned softly, his grip on consciousness fading rapidly.
"Excuse me, Jeremy, but I am in charge of this Agency," said the Official. "Isn't that right, Eberts?" he said as he glanced next to him.
"Yes, sir, that is correct," answered Eberts on cue.
"If you're going to take revenge against anyone, take it on me. Leave Darien alone. He's been through quite enough," said the Official as he eyed Darien's bloody form.
Jason shook his head. "Oh no, no, no, no. Fawkes was the one who tangled with Allianora and ended up compromising many of Chrysalis' most important missions. He is personally responsible for screwing over not only Chrysalis but also my brother on many different occasions. If it wasn't for him, Chrysalis would be up and running at full force, and my brother would still be alive," he said as he pulled Darien off the floor. "Isn't that right, Fawkesy," he said as he violently pushed Darien through the glass separator of the Keep.
The glass shattered all over the floor. Darien landed hard among the glass, knocking his ribs and jostling his arm. His face and neck were cut, along with his back. It was with a silent thank you that he passed out.
Jason pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his backpack and roughly put them on Darien. Then he brought down his foot and smashed it into Darien's knee. A moan escaped Darien's lips even though he was unconscious. "That should stop him from going anywhere for awhile," he said as he walked over to his backpack and sat on the ground. He started pulling out wires, a timer and some plastique.
Claire looked over at him and swallowed a sob. Her gaze moved to Darien and her stomach froze. This couldn't be happening now. Not when everything had a chance to be wonderful. It wasn't fair.
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A half-hour later, Darien had yet to regain consciousness. Jason was busy setting up his bomb and had stopped paying attention to his captives. Claire could see Alex and the Official mouthing something to one another, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Eberts was looking at Darien, a sad frown on his face.
She realized something at that moment. These people, Alex, Eberts, the Official, were just as much a part of her family as Darien or Bobby. They could be cold ruthless bastards, but she knew when the going got rough, they would stick together and back them up. The thought put a little hope back into her heart that they might somehow make it through this.
She heard a soft moan and quickly turned her head towards Darien. He was waking up, thank god. She knew he was in a lot of pain, but she could fix all of that. Right now, she was just happy he was alive.
Jason heard Darien stir and dramatically stood up. He picked up his bomb and moved it to the center of the room. Then he knelt down next to Darien and kicked him so he was laying on his back.
Darien cried out as his arm and back were smashed against the hard floor. He looked to his side and saw the bomb sitting next to him in all its glory. He gave Jason the puppy dog eyes. "Don't do this, man. This isn't you. This is the stage five talking. Believe me, I know what it's like," he pleaded weakly.
Jason slapped Darien across the face. "Don't presume to know me so well, Darien."
"No, no. You make yourself out to be this hotshot killer, but I don't believe it for a second. You're better than this, Jeremy. You are so talented and could do so much good with what you have. Don't end it like this," whispered Darien.
"You're just jealous, Fawkes. Jealous that you never had the guts to do to Arnaud what I'm doing to you. Don't tell me that you haven't dreamed of doing the same thing to him. You're no different than me," yelled Jason.
"Yeah, well if you weren't in stage five I don't believe for a second that you would have the guts to do any of this," said Darien.
"I guess we'll never know, will we?" said Jason.
"I guess not," whispered Darien. He nodded towards his wife and friends. "Let them go. This is between you and me."
Jason smiled and shook his head. "Nope. You're all going together. I'll let Hobbesy live. Without you guys, he'll fall apart and that'll be revenge enough. He'll spend the rest of his days in some padded room trying to think of a way to kill himself so he can join his friends."
Darien shook his head. "You're a sick son of a bitch."
"Yes I am," said Jason as he viciously started to kick Darien. Blow after blow landed on Darien's back, stomach, ribs, face and throat. His mouth cried out one long, never ending whimper as the pain tore through him.
Claire and Alex screamed for Jason to stop, but he wouldn't let up.
"Stop!" yelled the Official and Eberts simultaneously.
When Jason saw that Darien was nearly unconscious again, he stopped kicking him. He stepped to the bomb and started up the timer. Five minutes. He pressed a button and the timer started to tick off.
He gave Darien one last kick and glanced over at the under-funded six minus two.
"See you all in hell," he said as he picked up his backpack and walked out the door.
TBC (evil grin) What can I say, I like cliffhangers : )
